The figure on the balcony was slow to react, but deliberately leaned away from the railing, stepping back and growing still again with just the distinct triangular light over his heart to track him in the cast of the overhang, yellow and constant, like he held a mirror to catch the first light of dawn. It didn't take Tony long to recognize the shadow on the beach-- he was unmistakable, magnetic, wanted to be seen. As what, a warning? But Tony waited and counted his breaths, and nothing happened. Why didn't he come up?
If it was a trap, Tony would risk it. It felt more like Pietro was trying to make this meeting on his terms, which made Tony's head drop to regard the shadow with annoyance, but it was difficult to determine who was the vulnerable one in this situation. Maybe that was fair. He disappeared from the balcony.
Inside, it was suddenly a rush, Tony just buttoning his jeans and snatching a sweater from the floor to shrug on as he made for the door, only to double back, skittering, drop his cigar on a plate then full stop. He drank straight from the bottle, three quarters empty already, making him shiver and cough at the bitter burn after the sweet cigar, then turned on his heel to throw himself back into his flurry. The boy he passed in the hall carrying his tray of coffee watched, bemused, as Tony ran by, barefoot and buttoning his sweater with just enough focus to make careening into a wall a real danger. "Laissez-le dans le chambre!" Tony called back, only looking up and giving a reassuring wink when he hit the wall and slapped the button to call the elevator. It was only there that he thought to call Happy, but disregarded it just as quickly. Tony had wanted this. He could deal with it.
He was more careful in his approach outside, skipping quickly through the lobby, but slowing his step once he caught sight of Pietro again. Meandering across the concrete with stones digging into his feet, Tony stopped at the edge where it met sand. There, he hesitated, looking across at Pietro just feet away then, fighting against the urge to glance around for the ambush. "Why don't you come inside?" he asked, casual, unblinking watch on his erstwhile teammate, but didn't actually expect result. Neither of them cared about comfort then. What he was really asking was, Explain.